Bound by love: Marrying my Disabled Husband - Chapter 1417

Chapter 1417:

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“Victor, have you fallen for her?” Emilia Avila approached, wine glass in hand, and raised an eyebrow.

Victor gave her a quick look. “You might want to get your eyes checked, Emilia.”

Emilia laughed, a light, teasing sound. “It’s clear as day. Don’t play dumb.”

“You’re wrong,” Victor stated firmly.

“Liking someone is like a feeling you can’t shake,” Emilia pressed on. “Sometimes, you don’t even realize you’re in love. You just find them nice and want to stick around.”

“That’s absurd,” Victor shot back, his voice tinged with annoyance.

“But Victor, you couldn’t take your eyes off her while she danced,” Emilia continued, unfazed.

“We were just having a good time, that’s all.” Victor deflected, sidestepping her insinuations with a shake of his head.

Emilia caught Victor’s firm resistance and sighed in quiet surrender. “Fine. You’re right.”

Victor let out a weary breath. “Growing older is no walk in the park, you know.”

Emilia’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What does age have to do with this?”

Victor mumbled under his breath, as if speaking more to himself than to Emilia, “Some things are meant for youth. Once the years pile on, they’re just out of reach.”

Intrigued, Emilia leaned in. “What is it you’re longing to do? Maybe I can help.”

Victor chuckled dryly, shaking his head. “Don’t waste your time. I wouldn’t know where to start even if I tried.”

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Sensing the wall he’d built, Emilia dropped the subject, her attention drifting to Elyse. Watching her for a moment, she remarked, almost absentmindedly, “Elyse doesn’t look anywhere near your age. How many years apart are you two?”

Victor’s face darkened instantly, his expression as stormy as a thundercloud. “Some questions are better left buried,” he said curtly.

With a snort, Emilia made a quick exit.

Left alone, Victor’s gaze locked on Elyse, who stood hesitating by the dance floor after finishing her twirl with Zayn.

Before Elyse could decide her next move, a bold man, either impatient or with his own agenda, seized her hand and led her back to dance. The troubled look in Elyse’s eyes ignited a spark of fury in Victor. Barely holding back his temper, he strode forward and yanked Elyse into his arms with a firm grip.

Victor’s voice was low but brimming with menace. “Can’t you tell she’s uncomfortable? If you’re so desperate for a dance, why don’t you try me instead?”

Recognizing Victor, the man paled, retreating with all the enthusiasm of a scolded dog.

From the sidelines, Zayn scratched his head, baffled.

Victor stepping in for others? That wasn’t like him. In the past, Victor had always been the guy sitting back, enjoying the spectacle. Yet when it came to Elyse, he was a completely different person. Zayn squinted at Victor’s posture toward Elyse—too protective, too territorial. The kind of stance that screamed—she was his.

Had Victor been serious when he’d introduced Elyse as his future bride? Was he serious about her?

The realization hit Zayn like a ton of bricks. His jaw dropped, disbelief written all over his face. It felt like the universe had flipped on its head. Meanwhile, Elyse, speaking barely above a whisper, said, “Thanks for stepping in, Victor. I’m done with dancing for now. Let’s head somewhere quieter.”

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